Fifty Shades Different

Chapter Fourteen

The days went quickly while staying at Escala with Christian, the end of August came and went, Christian stole a few kisses here and there but we have yet to get more in depth of how we feel towards each other. Which is fine by me, I have enough going on, I came in to school a few weeks late so they've already assigned midterm assignments and I've been busy trying to finish them all early, as well as my internship, and that's where I am now. I'm sitting at my desk, finishing up my midterm paper for English in between checking emails. I glance over at the computer as I reload my emails, and I have a new one, from Christian.
From: Christian Grey
Subject: A request
Date: September 5, 2015 5:37
To: Anastasia Steele
I would appreciate it immensely if you could be in my office in five minutes; we need to talk.
X
Christian Grey
CEO Grey Enterprise Holding, inc.

I can't help but smile to myself, he's different, not too different his still his megalomaniac self in all his glory but he's not the same as he was when we were younger. He sweet, and playful, he starts little bickerments with me just to tease me, he would have never done that before. I always catch myself wondering if his time with Elena is what changed him, he hasn't explained much more on that subject, but he has brought it up. I finish up rough draft for my English Midterm and make my way to his office, I don't bother knocking he never hears it anyway.

"You wanted to see me Mr. Grey?" I ask, all professional, we decided that would be best at work, it helps keeps curious eyes and ears off of the two of us. I stand there notepad in hand, in case he needs me to make a call, send an email, something of that nature.

"Yes, Anastasia, have a seat." He says, gesturing to one of the chairs in front of his desk, he looks up at me as I sit down, curiosity burning in his eyes. "I want to talk to you about our relationship."

My stomach drops, nothing lasts forever.

"I know we don't want to go public yet," He says, instantly relieving my anxiety. He just wants to talk about the publicity if we went public, okay I can do that. "However, there are a few events coming up, and I'd like for you to come with me as my date. No one has to know but us, it could be fun."

He smiles darkly at me, I feel my cheeks warming up.

"Alright." I whisper, on the inside I'm flying, I want people to know, even if this ends badly. I want to have that comfort of everyone knowing he's mine and I'm his, especially Elena. I shouldn't still be angry at her, she's the only family I have here, but I can't help it the things she did were inexcusable.

"Are you sure?" He asks, looking a little unsure of himself, "I wouldn't want you to go if you didn't really want too."

I stand and walk around his desk, he turns to face me as I make my way too him, how can he think I wouldn't want to go somewhere with him? Does he think he's unworthy? But how could he view himself as unworthy? He's become such a wonderful man, I would go anywhere with him, I would explore the depths of hell with this man. I smile down at him biting my bottom lip.

"Of course I'll go with you, Christian," I lean down and kiss him, he kisses me back immediately, I pull away for just a moment to whisper in his ear. "I'd love to go with you Christian, anywhere."

He brings my face to his, kissing me hungrily, pulling me to where I'm on his lap in the chair. Before I know it his hands are roaming over my torso, over my ribs to my breasts, and to my surprise it doesn't bother me. It doesn't scare me, though it probably should, his other hand moves to my hair pulling my head back a little less than gently, and his lips find my neck. My mouth lets out an unintended moan, he takes full advantage, bringing his face back up to my mouth kissing me, his tongue begins to expertly explore my mouth. I have never been in a situation like this.

As is what happens next, and it surprises as much as Christian's behavior, I hear the door click but it doesn't register in my head what with the position I am in at the moment. It apparently doesn't register to Christian either, because he continues his assault, I'm gasping for breath when someone speaks, and my spikes a mile high when I recognize the voice.

"Oh. my fucking God, Ana!" Christian freezes and do I, we both know who it is without so much as a turn of the head.

It's Elena.

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